Oh My Gangster
Part Three
Mile's
Dammit! I knew exactly what he was up to. Not gonna work on me though, is what I thought trying to push his image and the feeling of his lips into the back of my mind. I needed a distraction badly.
"Hey…. Kyle. Can you go grab some beers from the store?" He looked at me over his paper and smiled, or a sneer? I didn't tell him what happened last night. No way in hell was I going to let that guy get to me and I'm trying everything to forget about it.
"Why can't you go? I'm not your damn lachy."
"Go, please...I don't want to go out." I gave my best smile. Then he set his paper aside and stared at me intensely. "What?"
"Where's the guys?"
"Guys? Oh right, out."
"Go with them. Stop bothering me."
"I don't want to, plus, I like it here. It's quiet." He chuckled and stood up to grab his jacket.
"When you're here, it's not quiet. But once, I will go to the store. God, you're so much like your father."
"Right….Thank you." My dad, huh. But, honestly, I didn't want to go out and end up face to face with that guy. Although he's freaking gorgeous, I'm not falling for it, not for a damn second. No way in hell. I will most definitely not let his gorgeous grin sweep me off my feet. I'm a man of morals, or whatever. Still not gonna let him get me.
"Anyway, what's got you? You seem on edge."
"Am not." I said, folding my arms over my chest.
"Mile's, I've known you since you were a kid. I know when someone has ruffled your feathers."
"No one has."
"Fine, keep shut, but you know me, I always find out." He said, then waved and left. Damn him. How does he do it? read me like a damn book. I've known him for years, he practically raised me when my dad died. Of course he's gonna know when something is bothering me. But how can I tell him Luca is the one bothering me. He'd laugh at me and make some kind of joke, but I also know he wouldn't stand for it either. He's known Luca for as long as he's known me and it's not always been on good terms either. Yet I do know Luca would never hurt him, no matter how much he'd argue. Kyle helped him some years back, I don't know the details as to why. It's like some kind of secret and I don't intend on finding out either. Sometimes some secrets need to stay secrets, because with only a little bit of knowledge into it could hold dire consequences, on my part anyways.
Holding that thought in my mind, I almost but not quite nearly jumped out of my skin and my heart almost fell out of my ass when my phone started screaming at me for attention. I looked at it and sighed when Josh's name flashed across the screen and not that guy's. Only because I know he'd manage to get my number somehow anyway. He has his hands in everything.
"Hey Josh, what's up?" I groaned.
"Fuck man, you gotta get your arse down here. Its blowing up, like fucking BOOM kind of blowing up!"
"What?"
"Just fucking get here!"
"Na man, I'm staying in tonight so I don't care what's going on…."
"Luca Atsuko…." All I needed was to hear the name and my balls almost dropped.
"What about him?!"
"It's going down man. You know Harry? He fucking blew his top when Luca pulled him up on some shit, I don't know what it is...but Fuck! Luca went fucking nuts! Like real nuts he's gonna kill him nuts! Get here!"
Shit, shit, shit!!! "Alright, where are you?"
"Harry's fucking bar man, get here, like ten freaking minutes ago!" And he hung up. Bollox! What a damn dilemma this was. Hmmmm I shouldn't go, it would be utter madness. But, I just couldn't stay away either. I shot up and grabbed my jacket and ran from Kyles, he'd be alright if I'm not there when he gets back. He will probably drink the beers himself anyway and be grateful for the peace and quiet.
Then my lungs started burning as I ran as fast as my feet would take me down the busy streets. I dodged as many people as I could in my attempt to get there before it was all over, lucky for me Harry's bar wasn't far from Kyles and I could hear the noise already. Shouting, a lot of shouting. A fucking stand off. I squeezed into the crowd and almost fell on my face as I was now facing Luca and Harry. Fuck! My brain was on sensory overload. His eyes burning with rage and another two guys holding Harry. This isn't good, not good at all, they'd definitely kill each other, I needed to stop this, somehow.
Then like time had stopped, I opened my mouth before thinking and shouted. "Luca!!!" He froze and turned to see where the voice came from. His shoulders relaxed a little. All eyes on us. Even Josh, from the other side of the commotion. "Stop!" I shouted again. He dropped the long hard metal pipe he had in one hand and moved towards me. Then everything sped up and I caught myself. Realizing what I had just done and the attention that was now on us. This is dangerous. Fucking dangerous.
"Mile's?" He whispers, standing a foot from me. He had a bloody nose and a nasty gash on his cheek. "Why would you call out to me?"
"I don't know." And I didn't know, well at that time, but now I do. I didn't want him to get hurt anymore. "Leave, now." I said.
"Fine," he said, stepping closer. "But you're coming with me." And he grabbed my hand and made a run for it. I would have usually tried to shake off any hand that would drag me away, but I didn't. I went with him. We both ran, both desperately trying to find some kind of cover. "Here!" He shouted and pulled me down a side alley. He stopped and stood in front of me, his chest rising and falling. His breathing ragged. "Damn you." He said, pinning me against the wall, then suddenly his lips connected with mine. I lost a lot in those seconds. Mainly, my will to fight him. So I kissed him back, my hands in his hair, our tongues sliding over each others. It felt hot, intense and stupidly insane. Yet, I wanted more. "Come back to mine." He whispered in my ear, sending shivers up my spine.
And do you know what?
"Yes." I replied. I'm mad, fucking mad. But again, I wanted more. I'd finally lost the fucking plot. For the last couple of days I've refused over and over in my head, but right now, at this very moment I couldn't seem to argue with myself. I wanted this dangerous man.
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